Amanda comes to check on Trevor

Amanda walked down the street, checking her phone for any update from Trevor she might have missed. She had done the shopping and taken the food back to their campsite, but had completely forgotten about Trevor. She had initially shook it off, he had seemed fine and likely would come back out tomorrow, but something itched her to go and check on him. She needed to do it. He had looked so sick, and probably needed her help.

Arriving at the large house her guyfriends called home, Amanda noticed the door was slightly ajar. Trevor must have forgotten to close it when he got home. The poor guy must have been more delirious than she had initially realized. Stepping into the house, Amanda shut the door behind her. The large door shut with a loud thud. Immediately, the college girl found herself overwhelmed with a powerful, intoxicating scent. It was sweet, but with deep earthy undertones, and brought to mind inexplicably dirty images.

The house was dark, with all the lights turned out. Still, it was clear that Trevor had made it home. Several of the rooms had been trashed, with the furniture knocked over, and several decorations smashed. The only sign of current occupation however, was the strange sound of moaning coming from upstairs. Amanda's brain registered that the moans didn't sound at all like Trevor, or any man for that matter, but the strength of the smell blocked out those thoughts.

Amanda walked up to the second floor of the house, and found the source of the noise to be Trevor's room. The door was slightly ajar, and Trevor's decorative LEDs had been set to deep red. Amanda walked to the end of the hall and after a quick knock on the door, entered the room. She gasped at the sight of not Trevor sick in his bed, but rather the boys' bitchy land lady Sandra loudly moaning as she rapidly fingered her pussy. At least, the woman looked like Sandra. The once elegant landlady had been transformed into a bimbo par excellence. The once short woman had gained nearly a foot in height, now clearly taller than most men Amanda knew in the mid range of six feet. Massive f cup tits ballooned off her chest, clearly natural with good weight to them. Her lips were fat and full. Sandra could see that her ass had become something that rappers would sing about, even from a frontal view. Sandra's red hair, once kept short, had grown tremendously, now reaching down to her waist. Her pussy was clearly wider than any woman Amanda knew and producing more juice than Amanda, though much of it appeared to also be cum from a man.

Before Amanda could do anything, the door slammed behind her. Standing between her and the entry to the room was who she could only assume to be Trevor, though he had changed even more dramatically than Sandra. The Trevor she had known was a skinny stoner with average height and no muscle to speak of. The man before her was covered in powerful but lean muscle, like a greek god. He stood seven feet tall at least, towering over Amanda. Most shockingly however was the massive tool that hung between his legs. His cock hung like a baseball bat, still hard and covered with Sandra's cum. It was more than twice the length of any man Amanda had ever seen, almost 20 inches in length. Massive, baseball sized balls hung below it, pulsating and churning. Amanda just now noticed that both of the pair possessed pure white eyes, milky in color.

Before Amanda could do anything, Trevor grabbed her with his powerful arms. He held her tight, holding her mouth and forcing her to straddle his monstrous cock. Amanda heard him growl "Sandy, come here and convert my new bitch."

Sandra rose from the bed "Yes sir. She'll make a fine slut." The infected woman strode over to where Trevor held Amanda with a sultry walk. She began to trace over Amanda's body with her hands, giving her breasts and ass firm squeezes. She then brushed back Amanda's long brown hair, and Amanda heard her make a noise like she was about to vomit. The college girl wanted to struggle, but something about the smell in the room was making her docile... submissive. She felt Sandra kiss her ear, and then the sensation of something warm and slimy crawling into it. There was a sensation of deep pain in her head, which rapidly dulled to a mild headache. Trevor released her, dropping Amanda to the floor, before pushing Sandra back on to the bed. "Show me your ass slut."

Sandra complied with an eager "Yes my alpha!" assuming a doggy style position on the bed. Amanda watched as she felt her mind dull even more than the smell had. The sheer sexiness of the situation, a beefed up Trevor breaking the pain in the ass landlady, now occurred to her. As she watched Trevor mount Sandra, she began to knead her breasts, suddenly feeling hot. Her mind kept flashing back to the word Sandra had used to talk about Trevor. Alpha.

Trevor began to rapidly and savagely rut Sandra's pussy. The milf began to moan loudly as the monstrous Alpha cock slid in and out of her, while the impact of Trevor's hips made her godly ass ripple like the ocean outside. Amanda slipped a hand into her pussy, beginning to finger herself to the display. Her mind began to show her images of her in a similar position, transformed into some bimbo creature and allowing herself to be taken by Trevor, a real man.

With an almost primal roar, Trevor exploded into Sandra's pussy. Cum spurted out of it despite Trevor being fully inserted within the woman. Sandra had been reduced to a gibbering wreck on the bed, her vocal patterns trying to say something like "Alpha" or "Master". Trevor turned to Amanda, now towering above her. He slapped his cum covered penis against her face, and demanded "Clean it."